The night rain hit Hong Tang's body, wetting a large piece of clothes, and the heavier the rain, the embroidered shoes were soaked.

Fortunately, there was only ticking under the eaves, but there was a little rain rushing in.

can die or not, this Xue Daoping will not open the door.

"Xue Daoping, are you dead?" Hong Tang saw that there was no response in the house when he banged on the door, and shouted angrily.

The leaves rustle in the courtyard, and it didn't rain much, but the more urgent it was, the more dangerous it was.

Suddenly, a black shadow came up from behind, and Hong Tang only felt a cold murderous aura in his neck, and his whole body was stiffened with shock.

"Brush—"

The cold flashed, and Hong Tang was "separated" again.

Fortunately, the neck itself is separated, but the head is cut off and falls to the ground.

This fall, but I can see the people behind me clearly.

The black shadow was covered with a black hood, and the long cloak hung straight to the ground, only strands of silver leaked from under the hood.

The body looks like a tall man.

The hand carrying the sword was white and slender, slightly withered, but vaguely like a woman's hand.

Hong Tang's head fell heavily to the ground, his face was bruised, and some blood oozed from the wound.

Hong Tang couldn't help but scream in pain.

Green silk was sprinkled all over the ground, and half of the severed hair that had been cut off floated from above.

The hand raised his sword and stabbed it straight at her face.

Hong Tang closed his eyes, and the two upper spirit trunks were blindfolded.

Even the picture of the beginning of birth to the beginning of the birth came out in my mind.

It's over, it's really over this time, even the marquee is out.

"Hum ......" The sword flashed in front of Hong Tang, and then froze, leaving only the slight sound of the sword blade trembling slightly.

A man in a brown robe walked out of the dark shadow, carrying a lantern with a small orange light, and a broken fan hanging from his waist, finally revealing his identity.

Xue Daoping?

I saw him holding an umbrella, and it looked like he had just returned from outside.

Yes, he went to play chess with Taki Hesheng tonight, although Takihe Sheng still has some disgust with Xue Daoping, but he still admires his chess skills after all, and the two have been fighting from dusk to now.

Hong Tang was still in a trance, Xue Daoping skillfully grabbed Hong Tang's head and returned to her stiff body.

Seeing that her middle clothes were wet, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"Phase...... Messire? The sword in the shadow's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and its body trembled.

The hand holding the sword under the black robe ripped off the hood.

The tall figure was shortened.

A plain or even pale face is revealed, the hair and eyebrows are white, not old, but the slender eyebrows have outlined some glamour, and a thin lip has some red lipstick, which looks abrupt, but it also adds a little charm.

Now, the seductive mouth trembled.

Red begonia?

Morikawa just heard a strange noise outside and took it out of the door.

Look at this woman with a hood, isn't it Hongtang, the lady of Xianjun, who has been dead for hundreds of years?

Xue Daoping looked at the longing face in front of him, hundreds of years, it had long faded out of his memory, and now that he appeared again, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Lady Xianjun?

Hong Tang looked at the two people in front of him, and just happened to be swept up in a cold rain, stirring all the strands of their robes and hair, like immortals.

Husband and wife reunite, so that they are a good match.

This may be the fairy couple.

Hong Tang felt that he had nothing to do with himself at this time, so he thought about slipping away.

It's like, there's a feeling of self-pity.

Just as Hong Tang was tiptoeing and about to slip away, the red tang spoke again.

"Who is she?" Hongtang in front of him pointed to Hong Tang behind Xue Daoping.

You don't know who I am, but you just wanted to kill me? Hong Tang said strangely in his heart.

Xue Daoping's mind was messy at this time.

Ah Tang, didn't you die three hundred years ago?

And this one behind him...... And who?

"Hong Tang!" Morikawa called and came this way.

That Hongtang heard Morikawa's voice and followed the sound.

Then her pupils closed, and she drifted away into a wisp of black smoke.

The three of them were left in this courtyard and under the eaves to pour a light rain.

Hong Tang was still a little sluggish, as if he had just had a dream.

Morikawa walked up and grabbed Hong Tang's wrist, turned around and left.

Xue Dao calmed down and turned to look at Hong Tang, but Hong Tang had already been dragged away by Mori Chuan.

Forget it, it's safe to follow Morikawa.

What the hell is going on, can Hades also deceive people?

Ah Tang?

How can there be two......

……

Inside the Hongtang wing.

Hong Tang supported his head with both hands, his head kept hanging, regardless of the wound on his face that had just been wiped on the floor, and his discouraged appearance seemed to be worse than being injured.

Morikawa watched her for a long time with his head propped up, and she didn't say a word.

Could it be that she likes Xue Daoping?

"Hey, I said......" Morikawa straightened up and approached Hongtangdao.

"Do you like Xue Daoping?" Morikawa didn't understand the euphemism at all, so he came straight to the point.

Like...... Xue Daoping?

Hong Tang's brain went blank.

"No, guess." Hong Tang straightened his back in a panic.

If you don't like it, how can you think about this and that every day.

But......

"He has a lady." Morikawa said again.

Damn, really!

Hong Tang pushed Morikawa hard and said, "I also have Brother Sheng, okay!" ”

The third party, impossible.

"Yes." Morikawa said, casually picked up a pastry that had been placed on the table since the morning and stuffed it into his mouth, pressed the wound on Hong Tang's face with one hand, and said, "Remember to deal with the wound!" Foolish. ”

"Ahh Hong Tang was pressed by this, and the pain went straight to his heart and lungs, and it seemed that the injury was not light, and it should be dealt with.

Morikawa took out another bottle of medicine from his arms, jasper bottled, but he could see the crystal liquid flowing inside.

"With this, you don't leave a scar."

Morikawa tossed the bottle to Hong Tang.

"Hmph, thank you, Raven King."

Hong Tang seems to be in a better mood, and too, Morikawa can always make her feel better quickly.

Morikawa glanced at her, didn't bother with her, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it.

This tea has been cold for a long time.

Morikawa just took a sip and spit it back, frowning.

That red begonia seems to be a little weird.

Although Morikawa himself has selfish intentions, he can't help but worry about Xue Daoping.

Today's Hongtang, I'm afraid it's a ghost, Xue Daoping, Xue Daoping, don't be stupid.

……

Xue Daoping took the umbrella and returned to the inner room, only to see Hongtang, who had just turned into black smoke outside, sitting on a chair next to the table, just as she lit a candle.

"Xianggong." Hongtang had already changed into a red dress at this time, and her graceful figure was faintly revealed under the candlelight, which was better than Diao Chan.

A touch of red lips was dotted, the white hair was completely coiled, the red dress was embroidered with ornaments, and the orange shawl was held in hand, and slowly walked over.

Xue Daoping was stunned, and one of Hongtang's soft hands had hooked his neck.

The two cherry lips attached Xue Daoping's lips.

Immediately after, his other hand was attached to his cool eyes.

Stroked his eyelashes.

Completely immersed in this kiss.

Xue Daoping's breathing became rapid, and his hands wrapped around Hongtang's waist.

The red tang snorted softly and hooked him to the couch.

There is no time left for him to cut the candles in the west window together.